Only he is always shy of expression, but it is because of his approval that he gives half of the position in Yun's poems.

He never liked it before. Any child came to share the love of cloud poetry with him.

But now he's figured it out.

He shouldn't be so selfish!

The idea is rather naive.

Mommy should also like xiaoyichen, right? If he blocks in the middle, Mommy will be sad.

He will never do anything that makes Mommy sad.

Yunshishi looks at xiaoyichen. At the moment, he is at a loss to stand in front of him, holding a dislocated arm, and looks uneasy and embarrassed.

Her eyes fell on his deformed elbow joint, and her heart ached even more.

She didn't know how he was in the amusement park, or why he came out suddenly to save them!

Yes, she was saved by this child. She was only six years old, but she was saved and blessed in time!

For him, the heart is very grateful, also very moved, more, but the panic of the afterlife.

However, she dare not speak, too active, she is afraid to frighten the child, or cause his resistance and rejection.

So he asked carefully: "xiaoyichen, you Does it matter? "

Hearing her name, Xiaoyi Chen stares at her eyes with some amazement, her lashes quiver slightly, and her lips quiver constantly.

Just now, he didn't shed a drop of tears for such a breathtaking moment. His eyes were slightly moist!

Her voice is so gentle, like a warm spring, flowing into his heart. Her body, cold with fear, suddenly warms up.

He seemed a bit clumsy, not knowing how to respond to her. He wanted to go back to her. It didn't matter. Nothing happened. He didn't want to worry her.

But subconsciously, I want to tell her that in fact, the dislocated arm is very painful, and the thrill I just experienced has left him in a state of shock. The fear has not yet dissipated in his heart, and I hope her comfort and heartache

He's never good at words. He doesn't know how to express his feelings.

Yun Shishi is also very patient. He stretches out his palm to him and slowly spreads it out. "Come on, show me, will you?"

He looked at the hand stretched out from the poem, white as jade, five fingers slender, soft as coagulate fat, especially good-looking.

When I think of Mu Wanrou's hand, it looks like five sharp knives, but the hand of yunshishi is very beautiful.

Small Yi Chen timidly nodded, toward cloud poem's close a step, and tentatively looked at her face, but saw her eyes are gentle looking at him, patient and warm.

Little Yi Chen's heart seemed to be moved by the smile, and the mother and the son seemed to have an telepathy and walked towards her.

Yunshishi carefully grabbed his shoulder, and Xiaoyi Chen approached her arms, but carefully hid her hand behind her, which did not want to worry her.

Yun Shishi's eyes are keen on this small action. Sometimes, although the two children are not growing up together, they often do the same thing.

In the past, youyou was afraid that she would be worried and sad. She would not confess some things to her.

"Hurt your hand? Show me! " She could not hide the sad color on her face, and the pain in her eyes almost came out.

Xiaoyi Chen shakes his head. It's him who's hurt, but he's coming to comfort her. "It's OK, it doesn't hurt!"